Dina: Yes, thanks. Do the quote marks come through or do they show up as numbers 2 and 3 (It may be an artifact of pasting from Word)?

Have enjoyed everything I've read, but am having a problem getting responses from about 75 to 100? Cassandra did you ever finish that great story? I only found it today, all these other poor people must be on pins and needles!! Capital idea on this BB -- so much talent. thanks

Tom, you are right- punctuation by numbers. Still readable though.

Yes Tom, they do not seem to work .I use the single apostrophe under the asterisk...I have printed your 'Chrisis two' and shall read it tonight; am looking forward to it.Anne (Yeago) all stories are collected at Derbyshire Writers Guild linked on top of this conference(= Austen )page.

Ann2- are we posting at the same time?

Hi Caroline, I should not be here at all..way too late.

Yeago-You are a dear!!! As soon as I get my "rise of the Parti Quebecois" paper finished, I'm going to return to Darcy and Elizabeth.

well...OK (darn) first things first!:-) I've printed a number of stories already! Good thing we've got fresh ink!

Parti Quebecois! Pray don't even mention that odious group!

CRISIS AT PEMBERLY CHAPTER THREE The music played until long after midnight. The rest of the ball was largely uneventful. For those who made note: Captain Denny danced four times with Giorgiana and Colonel Fitzwilliam three with Caroline. Eventually most of the guests returned to their accommodations in the house; a few, such as Mr. Hurst were in such a stupor that they had to be aided by servants in reclaiming their room. The party of militia left shortly after midnight for their temporary encampment near Lambton. Soon the manor was qui t and Jane had an opportunity to speak with Elizabeth in private while William and Charles sat in the next room. �Lizzy, you must not speak of my pregnancy to anyone until Charles has left for London in two days. I will not have him distracted or give reason to delay his trip.� �Of course if that is your wish, but this is cause for celebration and good spirits not worry or distraction.� was her response. � I am always here to support your needs and insist that you come to Pemberly while our husbands are way.� �Thank you, Lizzy I shall look forward to it and I will try to help you with Miss de Bourgh if she is truly as much an invalid as you make out.� By midday most of the guests had departed including an emotional farewell with the Bennet�s. Mrs. Bennet thanked Elizabeth many times for the inconvenience which had provided Kitty with the visit to Rosings. Her father nodded solemnly knowing the degree of imposition. Only Mary who also �looked forward to peace at home� seemed unaffected by the arrangement. The de Bourgh carriage had left earlier with its crew of new acquaintances. With the departures completed the remaining household was too exhausted t plan immediate ventures and Darcy withdrew to insure the proper wardrobe for his stay in London although unlike Bingley�s it was only to be for one week. Miss de Bourgh was left to be entertained by Giorgiana and a dialog appeared to have begun. At three o�clock Giorgiana requested a carriage to show Miss de Bourgh the grounds and partake of the fresh air. Elizabeth waved goodbye and returned to her husband for the short time remaining until his departure. The carriage traversed many of the estate�s private roads often barely as wide as their vehicle. After some time Giorgiana directed the driver to a small bluff which provided an excellent view of Pemberly to the east and overlooked its expanse all the way to Lambton to the west. �Isn�t this a wonderful spot to experience Derbyshire,� she exclaimed. Even Miss de Bourgh smiled as she gazed into the distance. �You can even see the Militia encampment at the edge of Lambton,� Giorgiana added. Indeed, in the far distance one of the soldiers could be seen taking a mount and ridding in the direction of their location. By seven that evening the light of day was fading as the long days of summer were nearly at an end. Both William and Elizabeth expressed some consternation as the carriage finally arrived at the front entrance. Giorgiana apologized several times and claimed that together with the beautiful sights and engaging conversation all measure of time had been lost. The following morning Charles appeared and after some regretful expressions toward the upcoming separation, he and William set off for London. The Manor again grew still without the conversation or traffic of the prior nights. Miss de Bourgh and Giorgiana had a late breakfast without much discussion but Lizzy could detect a degree of agitation in Giorgiana, especially when talk of the plans for the day were postponed until Miss de Bourgh could recover from a morning headache, undoubtedly from too much ex osure the day before. Giorgiana had just exited the room when a message was delivered to Lizzy�s table. �This note arrived moments ago, madam� reported her servant Thomas Reynolds. The message was a barely readable scrawl from the Bingley residence. �My mistress has fallen and is not able to move. Please come at once. Jonathon. � With great distress Elizabeth called for her outer garments and a carriage. �Tell Giorgiana where I have gone and send for Doctor Gracepool in Lambton. The trip to the Bingley house was made in record time. Rushing through the entrance, she noticed several bags packed near the foot of the stairs. And there, just descending was Jane. �Jane thank God you�re all right. I came as soon as the message arrived.� Jane looked surprised and puzzled, � Why Lizzy I was just about to leave for Pemberly. What message � Elizabeth stopped. With a great effort to calm herself she handed the note to Jane. �Why this is a forgery. Who would play such a mean trick?� Lizzy suddenly blurted �we must return to Pemberly at once!� The manor was deserted as the two women returned and quickly entered the Great Hall. �Thomas, where are Giorgiana and Miss de Bourgh?� Elizabeth demanded. �Miss de Bourgh is resting upstairs in her bedroom, but Miss Darcy left for Lambton shortly after your departure. She left a letter for you on the table.� Both Lizzy and Jane stared at the envelope�s address: �My dearest brother and sister-in-law�. Inside the letter read: Dear brother and sister: This is both the most joyous and sorrowful letter I have ever written. Joyous because I have found a love which I never dreamed possible. Captain Denny is the most polite, considerate and loving man I have ever met beyond the walls of Pemberly. But I cannot rejoice because of his station in life you would never approve of our union and so we must separate ourselves from Pemberly. Captain Denny believes that England itself could not provide refuge after your recovery of Wickham last year. We must, therefor , seek haven abroad where society is not an issue. Please do not condemn us as I will always be a part of a loving memory of life in your household. If you cherish my wishes please do not attempt to follow or interfere with our pursuit of happiness. I love you both and hope to inform you of whence we settle. Giorgiana �Stupid girl, � Elizabeth shouted. �I cannot believe this is happening, again,� added Jane with reference to Wickham�s elopement with Lydia. �Thomas bring back the carriage at once, we must try to reach Lambton before they depart! � Within minutes they were on the road at a gallop towards the encampment. Enroute Lizzy remembered her first journey through the surrounding countryside of Derbyshire. At that time she too had felt unworthy of Pemberly as Captain Denny must now experience, but for a man of h s station it must seem beyond all hope. Storm clouds were beginning to gather as they reached the town. Despite some traffic they reached the encampment quickly. As the carriage halted Elizabeth called to one of the familiar soldiers who were in the midst of packing up the equipment of the site, � Where is Captain Denny?� �Captain Denny? We haven�t seen him all day. He was not at morning mess call and most of his belongings are missing, � was the response. Elizabeth now realized her mistake in assuming hat Giorgiana and Denny were to join at Lambton and then proceed in an obvious direction. �He may even have been at the House as I left for Jane�s� Turning to Jane she reasoned, �Chances are good that they will either travel to London to escape detection and then board a ship for France or proceed west to Plymouth and thence leave for Canada or even the Colonies.� While the latter was more dangerous given the recent fighting between countries it made their recovery more difficult as well. �We must retur to the Manor and dispatch the letter to William!� The trip back to Pemberly was not so easy, however, for it had begun to rain. The journey seemed endless as the driver tried to make speed as best he could. Occasionally Jane would interrupt their thoughts with unanswered questions, �When do you suppose they first met, could it have been at the Pemberly Ball?� �Had you any suspicions of their involvement?� �Could she have confided in poor Miss de Bourgh?� Lizzy pondered these inquires. There had been a concern expressed by William at the Ball but it was quickly forgotten. Suddenly the carriage halted. Elizabeth leaned out in the ow driving rain, �What is it?�. �There�s been an accident, ma�am� the driver pointed ahead. It was difficult to make out as the water stung her face, but thirty yards ahead she could see the dark form of a buggy on its side in the roadway. And there on the ground beside it was an unconscious figure of a man. �It is Doctor Gracepool!� Jane exclaimed.

Elizabeth and Darcy: A Sequel Part 6 "Why Mrs Darcy!" exclaimed Mrs Reynolds. "We did not expect you until next week. The master informed us that he would be escorting you back from Longbourn." "Yes-I know, Mrs Reynolds. But, I could not bear to be away from Pemberley a moment longer! I cannot tell you how much I have missed the grounds and my beautiful gardens. Lowering her eyelashes and subduing her voice, Elizabeth further added: "If anything the distance and time have only made me appreciate them all the more." Failing to detect the change in Lizzy's tone, as well as the deeper meaning of her words, Mrs Reynolds continued: "Mrs Darcy, it is indeed a pleasure to see you. And may I inquire M'am after your father's health. He was in my prayers constantly." "Thank-you, Mrs Reynolds," Elizabeth softly said, squeazing the elder woman's hands. "you are very kind. My father is quite well. His spirits and health improve every day." "Glad to hear it Ma'am. But, come. Let me take your things. You must be exhausted from your journey. I know Miss Georgiana will be delighted to see you..." As if hearing Mrs Reynolds' words, Georgiana Darcy swept down the stairs. "Elizabeth!" she cried happily. "I thought I heard your voice." Lizzy gazed affectionately at her sister-in-law. Indeed, as Mr Darcy had long wished, Georgiana had become as dear to Elizabeth as her own sister, Jane. She had heartily missed her. Their attachment was sincere, warm and all-encompassing. At the crucial age of eighteen, Georgiana Darcy was at the height of her bloom; her delicate features, flawless ivory skin and crystal-blue eyes were admired wherever she went. As Mrs Reynolds often reflected, Miss Georgiana was as handsome and talented a young lady as there ever was. Furthermore,under Elizabeth's tutelage and example, Georgiana had begun to emerge from her painful shyness and characteristic reserve. She was no longer afraid of making her opinions known or entertaining guests at the piano orte. Georgiana was as open and warm, as she was lovely. "Elizabeth-you do not know how much I have missed you. Pemberley has been so desolate without you. You must come to the music room and see the new music that Fitzwilliam brought from London. As you well know, he is too kind. I don't think there was ever a kinder, more loving brother. And, he told me that he means to have a ball at Pemberley, with your permission and assistance, of course." "A ball-that sounds delightful," Lizzy added, as Georgiana led her into the music room. But, tell me Georgiana-where is Fitzwilliam?" "He was called to town on business. We expect him back tomorrow. None of us had any idea that you were planning on returning to Pemberley, so early." "A sudden scheme of mine," Lizzy playfully retorted. "Although, it seems to have had far from the desired effect," she silently added. Instantly deciding that it was better to change the subject, Lizzy said instead: "How is Sir David, Georgiana? Is the young man as violently in love with you as he was when I left?" Blushing deeply, Georgiana whispered: "Oh Lizzy, he has asked for my hand!" "Oh Georgiana-I could not be more pleased and happy for you! Has he spoken to Darcy?" "There really hasn't been time. Brother has hardly been home a week and..." "Georgiana-you cannot believe that Darcy would refuse him. I have heard his speak on many occasions of his fondness for Sir David. His manners and sincere attachment to you are undeniable." "Yes. But, Elizabeth-you know his reserved disposition. He is almost too in awe of Fitzwilliam to ask. I know this is rather an odd request, but we would bith appreciate it if you spoke to him first. I know Brother still thinks of me as a child. And, Dearest Elizabeth-we all know that he cannot refuse you anything...."

And, Dearest Elizabeth-we all know that he cannot refuse you anything...." No, indeed! Two great stories, and Georgiana in both of them!Thank you, both of you!

yea, Cass! But get to the reunion girl! (and post it in drool...) ;-)

]yea, Cass! But get to the reunion girl! (and post it in drool...) ;-) Yeah, what she said, Cass.

Cass you are such a tease! Both new chapters (Tom's and Cass) great!

Tom, Cass -- WONDERFUL! We are so lucky to be the recipients of your towering talent! (I do heartily second Cheryl's most reasonable request.) :)

Yes-I'm a tease! But, I promise not to keep you in suspense much longer. I'll probably post a full-blown version in drool and a tamer one here.

Anne, The Real Story Chapter 4 Anne woke with sunrise, dressed quickly and waited to Miss Williams, who came rather quickly, although it seemed like years to poor Anne, and the French lesson began: they learned French for over 3 hours, and when Miss Williams decided they had enough of it, although Anne objected, and begged for "Just another story", she declared: "No, not another story, dear, but something better" "Better?" was the careful, doubtful answer. "Yes, much better, I am going to teach you to play" Anne stood with her mouth open for full 4 minutes, then she asked, still not sure: "Play? Play the piano? Really, truly? "Of course! And immediately, because time is running out faster than the wind" Miss Williams looked amused, and the lesson began, Miss Williams had her own way of teaching, a quiet and gentle, yet lively, sweet way, which always proved itself, before the hour was out, Anne knew the names of the notes and which key presented each, after another hour, she knew to play a little, short song, which delighted her little heart, and she played it over and over again, until even Miss Williams said gently, "That's enough, dear, will like to learn another song?" Anne certainly did. "So, here, look at this nice song, it's even longer than the other, 20 notes!" Miss Williams counted hastily. So they learned to play it, and after another hour, Anne could play it quite perfectly, when she suddenly noticed that somebody was climbing the staircase, the steps came closer, and Anne saw her mother standing angrily in the doorway. To be continued...

That Lady D -- what a spoilsport, Ayelet!

Darcy withdrew to insure the proper wardrobe for his stay in London so he is that particular Tom ..., something of a snob, eyh? He'll have to search for his sister all over the world now or...? I am so glad Anne met with Miss Williams, I truely am. I have missed the grounds and my beautiful gardens. Cassandra, that sounds like a quotation from the bible, beautiful! Will you let us overhear her 'talking' him into accepting it? Thanks for enjoyable reading.

Thank you all for your encouregement (spelling?), you do not have the slightest clue about how it helps!

Ayelet, I really enjoy your filling me in about Anne. I, like others I'm afraid, tend to discount her. I'm happy that you're sharing your perspective with us!

Hi folks. Sorry I haven't been able to update the Guild lately. I am presently without a computer (I'm at an internet cafe at the moment). My modem and my laptop are refusing to speak to one another, and after several days of trying to mediate the dispute, I finally was forced to call in the experts. My computer is currently in the shop. I hop to get it back soon, but probably not until the middle of next week at least. I'll post your stories to the guild as soon as I can.

CRISIS AT PEMBERLY CHAPTER FOUR All thought of Georgiana was set aside as the driver, Elizabeth and Jane raced to the prone figure. With some difficulty Dr. Gracepool was lifted into the carriage. The driver released the buggy�s horse as there was no sense in righting the vehicle since the left wheel had been shattered. Lastly Jane retrieved the medical bag as the carriage was turned around and they sped off towards Lambton. Gracepool�s colour was ashen and they were all dripping wet. The road had become even less passable and the traverse took nearly an hour. Darkness was falling as the Doctor was finally placed in his bed with the help of his wife and son. Nothing more could be done until morning. At Mrs. Gracepool�s insistence Lizzy and Jane were provided dry clothing and hot soup while the driver made for their accommodation at the Inn. Only after taking up residence there for the night did Elizabeth consider the delay this incident had introduced in apprehending the errant couple. �I hope they are as indisposed as we are,� she indicated to Jane. Jane was more concerned, however, that she was the cause of Doctor Gracepool�s misfortune, �If I had but come an hour earlier to Pemberly this event would never have occurred.� �Jane, you were not the least accountable for these actions. Better to put our time into planning what must be done for their recovery,� Lizzy admonished. They talked for a while. Jane had barely spoken the words �We have had enough excitement for one day� when a commotion was heard below followed shortly by a knock at their door. It was Robert Reynolds, son of Thomas, who anxiously reported, �Excuse me ma�am I have been seeking your place in Lambton for most of the afternoon. My father has been unable to locate Miss de Bourgh. When he went to inform her of your leaving for Lambton he discovered her room to be empty. All of her bags were removed. We searched the house and grounds. No transportation had been requested or taken from the stable.� The news made them both step back. Following their recovery, Elizabeth bade the lad to take food downstairs and stay the night at the Inn. After the door was closed, Jane spoke first, �Where could she have gone? Can she be involved in this scheme?� Lizzy followed, Has Captain Denny seduced her as well? Perhaps the lure of adventure and freedom from Lady Catherine gave her courage to give up her favorable position at Rosings. But what excess baggage for the couple.� Jane added, �there must have been a rendezvous on the grounds soon after Georgiana left the house.� The sun rose at last at the de Bourgh Manor. The previous day�s confinement by the abominable weather, had, nevertheless, given opportunity for the visitors to improve their acquaintance. Indeed, Caroline�s opinion of Colonel Fitzwilliam had steadily increased as their experiences and preferences were related. Kitty had found solace in the attention of Lady de Bourgh, but her enthusiasm in providing accounts of life at Longbourn was eventually curtailed when Lady Catherine admonished, �You will, in time, be given instruction by Mrs. Jenkins in the appropriate topics of conversation.� By nightfall it had been agreed that at first clearing a picnic should be scheduled to fully appreciate the grounds of Rosings Park. So it was that provisions were prepared early in the morning of the following day. Kitty was, with some difficulty, exercising patience to be off when at the last minute the Colonel remembered a business issue which could not be postponed. He begged a short deference and retreated to the study. At 11 o�clock the impatient mood of the party was interrupted by the arrival of an express from Mr. Darcy. The Colonel was summoned and upon opening the dispatch read: My Dear Cousin: I have received word from Elizabeth that Georgiana has eloped. A letter was discovered early yesterday which indicated that she and Captain Denny intend to abandon England at first opportunity. My quick review of the Times has revealed two immediate possibilities: the merchantman �Carlisle� departs today for Halifax from London Dock at 1400. The American Black Ball �Oceana� leaves Plymouth for Boston Saturday next at 1700. I will attend to the embarkment of the Carlisle and expect you to make haste to Plymouth to do the same with the Oceana. If they are not in my custody, I will join you at Plymouth on Saturday. Godspeed! William �Good God!� was the Colonel�s response. Caroline rushed to his side and reread the letter, �Georgiana has eloped!� Lady Catherine was stern in her reaction, �This Captain Denny must be dealt with in the severest terms. You must employ every means to prevent their departure.� The Colonel nodded, �I will leave at once. Bring me my horse!� It was at best a two day ride at the pace of an express for the 200 mile journey. He could reach Plymouth, if no obstacles were encountered by midday Saturday. Within minutes the Colonel was astride his mount and disappearing to the west. It was fortunate that the picnic provisions, now depleted, would relieve him from having to interrupt the dash to the Coast. For Darcy the journey to Plymouth was not an easy one. The frustration of not finding the pair among the departing at London Dock had drained him of the energy needed for a high speed gallop across the terrain. With luck Colonel Fitzwilliam had a day�s lead and would arrive in time for interference. Although he considered himself to be an excellent horseman, the London road was crowded at first and the rain had left many muddy hazards. He dared not stop. An hour�s rest was unthinkable, only a supper secured at midday Friday was all the respite he would endure. From time to time, however, his horse was in need of pause with drink provided by the natural oases of the countryside. The largest delay occurred near the town of Shelborne on Saturday morning yet sixty miles from Plymouth. An old woman had been taunted and her cart had been spilt by a group of ruffians. The situation appeared dire and could not be ignored. Darcy had not trouble fending them off, but having dispersed the villains he was obliged to retrieve her belongings and restore the cart. Satisfied with her condition he sped off; his body was aching from fatigue. At last the shore near Plymouth came into view. It was nearly evening. As he approached the docks his heart sank as a large sailing ship could be seen leaving the harbour. It was the Oceana. Upon reaching the now nearly deserted passenger loading area it was evident that he was too late. �This cannot be!� he raged. Fruitlessly he shouted �Georgiana!�, as he dropped from is horse and slumped to an adjacent bench. Tears began to well up as the receding sails testified that he would never see his beloved sister again. After some time, having been lost in the memories of his family, a voice was heard over his shoulder, �Have ye missed the boat then?� Darcy turned to face an elderly man dressed poorly, in fact not much improved over a beggar. His clothes were soiled, he was unwashed and several teeth were missing. �I have lost my sister. She was abducted by a scoundrel of the militia, � he replied with resignation. � Why I do believe I saw �em boarding a while ago,� the man brightened. �The gentleman was in a great hurry, but I could tell he was military. I too was once in the army before the Colonial War.� Darcy was now impatient to find his cousin and began to leave. �I�m surprised such a sickly young lass would make that long voyage,� the man added. Darcy stopped. His attention was at once focused. He turned and commanded, �Describe her!� �.....and the tall sandy haired gentleman was embracing her as the ship moved out,� the man concluded. Darcy could not believe what he was hearing. The tattered gentleman had just given an able sketch of Anne de Bourgh and Colonel Fitzwilliam!

Oh, poor Ann. I hope you don't spend a fortune in there. How do cybercafes work, anyway? I have never been to one.

Dear Ann, we miss you and wont be able to meet in chat for some days then. Are there no libraries that provide internet access for free?

Ann, I am sorry to hear about your computer and modem having a spat. I had hoped that you got the job and were just too busy getting settled in.

Ann Haker- my sympathies are with you! I think I would feel like I was missing a limb! Ann2- Dearest, I have been trying to e-mail you, but I think your Spring address is wrong.Can you contact me? Tom, I am on the edge of my seat! Where the heck is Georgiana?

Yes, Tom, you're getting pretty good at those cliffhangers!

Ann, deepest sympathy! I know how lost I'd be without my computer - it's a horrible feeling. Hope the shop is quick about it and gets it back to you in record time. Tom, please finish your stories - the suspense is killing us slowly!!;-)

Oh, poor Ann!

Ayelet, Cassandra, Susan, Tom - thanks for these wonderful stories. Ann - I hope you get your computer back soon.

Tom, here's a hint -- before you post to this board, you might want to the your "Smart Quotes" off in your W.P. app. I think they're being translated as numbers!

that's "turn off." Something about using 28.8 -- it keeps mysteriously 'losing' parts of my text. Anyone else experience this poltergeist from beyond?

Thanks everybody. I am still computerless, but the techincian is working onit right now, so I hope to get it back soon. Amy, at this cafe there are four computers and you just tell the guy at the counter that you want to log on, then you sit down and surf. This is costing $7.50/hour, which is a little steep, but it is better than the withrawl symptoms. I'll post things to the guild as soon as I get my computer back.

CRISIS AT PEMBERLY CHAPTER FIVE It was four days before they all convened at Rosings Park. Darcy had returned there seeking answers and to bring the unfortunate news of her daughter�s flight to Lady Catherine. He had omitted Miss de Bourgh�s absence from Pemberly in his letter to the Colonel so as not to disturb his aunt without resolution. But now the truth could no longer be hidden. After checking the passenger manifest of the Oceana to confirm that Captain Denny and Georgiana were not among the voyagers, he sent the news to Elizabeth and requested that she join him at Rosings. Jane had insisted on accompanying her and sent word to their parents of the developments. Upon hearing of her daughter�s elopement, Lady Catherine had taken ill. The shock had kept her abed since and in her state she could be often heard emitting unintelligible outbursts. Following the arrival of the two women, the five: Elizabeth, Jane, William, Caroline and Kitty began a discussion in the sitting room. �Could this have been the Colonel�s plan all along?� began Elizabeth, �He and Anne, secretly in love, planning to have her remain at Pemberly after the ball so she could leave by the advantage of not having Lady Catherine�s immediate discovery. But how could the Colonel have known that is aunt would play into his hand by her invitation to Kitty? Perhaps he intended to as another to Rosings besides Caroline and thereby over subscribe the carriage himself.� Jane added her concerns, �Do you think Miss de Bourgh confided in Georgiana or was it coincidence that they both vanished at first opportunity? By what means did she make the trip to Plymouth? Could Colonel Fitzwilliam have sent a carriage for her?� �I wonder if the picnic was a ruse,� said Caroline, �how convenient that we were detained to wait for his last minute business detail andthat food was already prepared. But how could he have predicted Darcy�s express? Maybe he was waiting for word from Anne and felt Darcy�s actions warned that they were running out of time. Such strategy, and the servants claim to have known nothing of a romance here. And where are Georgiana and Captain Denny now?� Kitty volunteered, �Perhaps the tattered man was mistaken or worse, paid by Captain Denny to provide a false description.� �No Kitty,� Elizabeth responded, �that is insupportable. How could Denny know that Colonel Fitzwilliam was coming to Plymouth and if true, where would the Colonel be now?� �But why then should Mrs. de Bourgh object to such a union once Lizzy and William were married?� Jane interjected. �The Colonel is such a fine gentleman and would not this marriage preserve Rosings Park for Miss de Bourgh?� �Perhaps I can help there,� William began, �it is not widely known, but the business of Sir Lewis is on the verge of bankruptcy and there is not enough money left in the trust to save Rosings. My cousin does not have the income or resources to continue here. They could, I suppose, have a better chance together somewhere else.� �I think Lady Catherine will never leave this place,� added Lizzy. Darcy appeared to be resolute �No and she will not have to by my account. � Following several hours of questions, most without answers, it was decided to return Kitty to Longbourn given Lady Catherine�s condition. Caroline generously agreed to remain at Rosings until Mrs. de Bourgh�s health was improved. A general alert had be published by Colonel Forster for the whereabouts of Captain Denny. The four departed the next day for Derbyshire by way of Heretford. The Party was received at Longbourn with concern and sympathy. Mrs. Bennet met them as they descended from the carriage. �Oh Lizzy, William, you must be so distraught at the absence of your sister. We are all very disposed to provide you with any support we can. Poor Mrs. de Bourgh! Such a vexing circumstance! What irony that we have now both endured the elopement of a daughter. But I hope matters will work out as well for her as they have for my Lydia. Speaking of Lydia, Kitty, a letter arrived yesterd y from Newcastle.� Kitty quickly retreated upstairs to read the latest news from her sister and brother-in-law, for the Wickham�s were far from frequent contact, still at Newcastle, 250 miles to the North. As they settled into the main room, Mr. Bennet consoled, �Terrible business! Terrible business! My, my, and not a clue as to their destination.� Darcy responded, �We shall eventually track them down, I can assure you.� Turning to a more pleasant subject, Mr. Bennet inquired, �And have you heard from Charles? Has he been introduced in the Commons?� �I have not word from him,� William replied, �but with his amiable nature I foresee no great difficulty in his election. He is very pleased and anxious to do well in Parliament. I believe the House of Commons will hold new member election tomorrow.� Suddenly the conversations were interrupted by the loud descent of someone hurrying downstairs. Kitty reappeared holding the letter from Lydia, �Lizzy, Mr. Darcy can this be a clue?� She pointed to a portion of the closing paragraph which read: �.....and Wickham has been out these past two days with a special friend which we all knew at Meryton, but who�s name I shall not share under solemn promise. Too bad, for if I could tell you the delicious news you would envy my position to watch the events. But , unhappily, they will be gone tomorrow, I believe for Scotland.....� �It must be them!� Jane reacted.

Amy, Thanks for the hint, I will look for Smart Quotes in Word 6.0 Ingrid, I appologize if the story is too long. It wasn't clear to me that there is a standing limit on story length and I hoped that you were enjoying the suspense. You're probably right that it is taking up too much space on the bulletin board.

Tom, I like the suspense. Why do you call her Mrs. dB rather than Lady dB?

Tom - I was only teasing!! I actually like the suspense! And don't worry about long - have you seen "Young Fitz"? That's already up to Part 17 with three more parts due to go soon, and he's only 11 so far!!!;-)

Tom - there is no lower or upper limit - we would all rebel if there were. We are loving it all.

Sorrry it took me long, but there's Anne. Beware, I'm planning at least 4 more chapters... Anne, The Real Story Chapter 5 Even then, Anne didn't understand the horrible meaning of that, and happily said: "Ma- Your Ladyship, I mean. Look, I learned to play this song, isn't it a nice song?" and began to play, unable to understand why Miss Williams became so pale and said "Not now, dear" She DID hear her mother sharply calling Miss Williams "I need to talk with you, Miss Williams" and then, she began to understand, and with a scream of horror, she held Miss Williams and said "No! Your Ladyship, you can't send Miss Williams away, you can't! Please don't please!" and tears burst out of her eyes. Miss Williams became even paler and said quietly: "Anne, her ladyship will do what she chooses, I love to teach you, and would like very much to stay, but I'll obey to your mother, and I'm sure you would, too, like a good girl, be brave, dearest! Dry up your tears and smile, don't cry! There, here's my handkerchief! We shall meet again someday, I give you my word! Remember, be brave! You're a big girl, you can do without me, I'm sure, you know so much already, Au revoir!" And Miss Williams came out of the room, leaving Anne weeping into the handkerchief. After Anne calmed down a little, and with great curiosity, she went out of the room and stood on the top of the staircase, so she was able to hear all her mother's speech: "Why did you think I brought you here? Did I not make it clear enough? I told you to teach the child in a boring way, so she shall be vexed, and have none of those silly learning ideas! And what did you do, "Madam"? You thought her well! You even thought her to play! And I'm sure that if I wouldn't have stopped it, you would, in your rude manner, even teach her to dance!" Here Miss Williams managed to say: "But she has to find a husband, how would she, if she wouldn't know all this?" That made the Lady only angrier, and she almost screamed: "Have you forgot that she is already engaged to her cousin? She will need none of these! And what will French help her? Why does she have to know, as I already do, although no rude servant thought me, that "Au revoir" means piano?" "But Your Ladyship, Au revoir does not mean-" "How dare you answer, go out of this house at once!" Miss Williams left, with only one smile to Anne, and a whisper: "Be brave, dearest, god bless you!" To be continued...

Ayelet, you're doing a super job. Au revoir=piano-----I was laughing out loud because I could just hear Lady C. say it!

Tom, Ayelet -- who needs to read books with you two around!

Ayelet, keep up the good work. I look forward to learning more about Anne.

Rumor Revealed or Lady Catherine's Visit to Darcy Part 1. Darcy was in his study with Mr. Prescott, his man of affairs, going over several business propositions. It was around eight o'clock in the evening and the two men had just about finished their business. Suddenly, there was a disturbance outside the door. "I will see my nephew. Now, Graves." Lady Catherine burst into the room as the butler opened the door. The two men rose. Lady Catherine looked over Mr. Prescott with disdain. She stared pointedly at Darcy. "I will speak with you, Darcy. Alone," she added with emphasis. "I was just leaving, madam," Mr. Prescott bowed to Lady Catherine and Darcy, before heading towards the door that Graves was still holding open. "Would you care for some refreshment, Aunt?" Darcy asked. "No, I do not. I wish to speak to you on a very important matter. Procuring refreshments will only delay the matter." Darcy dismissed the butler. Graves bowed himself out, shutting the door quietly behind him. Darcy and Lady Catherine were alone in the room. "Lady Catherine, please be seated," Darcy indicated a chair beside the fireplace and took the seat opposite. "I have come to see you about a most unsavory rumor that has reached my ears," Lady Catherine began, looking at him expectantly. "I am afraid that I know not of what you are referring," Darcy was mystified and somewhat unnerved. He sincerely hoped his role in the Wickham Affair had not become known to his aunt. Lady Catherine smiled triumphantly. "I was sure that you would not countenance any pretensions put about by Miss Bennet. However much she might entertain the thought of being the next mistress of Pemberley, I knew that you would not......" "Am I to understand that you have heard a rumor to the effect that Miss Bennet and I are to marry?" Darcy interrupted, very surprised by her statement. "A rumor most likely started by Miss Bennet herself."

Part 2 Darcy got up from his chair and went over to a crystal decanter that was sitting upon a small table against the wall. With his backed turned to his aunt, a derisive smile appeared upon his face. He could still remember Elizabeth's words of rejection at his first proposal. He poured himself a glass of wine. He turned to face his aunt. "I believe it is highly unlikely that Miss Bennet would start such a rumor, madam." "It is highly likely," stated Lady Catherine emphatically. "Why, when I specifically asked Miss Bennet if she was engaged to you...." "You have been to see Miss Bennet?" Darcy interrupted for the second time. Lady Catherine was not pleased. "Darcy, stop interrupting. It is most rude. Yes, I have just come from Longbourn, I believe it is called. It is an estate of little consequence. I also had the misfortune to meet her mother and one of the sisters. They are not important, however." Darcy was trying to hide any signs of impatience from his expression. He badly wanted to interrupt his aunt yet again. He wanted, no needed, to know exactly what had passed between Miss Bennet and Lady Catherine. "Miss Bennet is an impudent girl, she was certainly vexing. I am most seriously displeased to have made her acquaintance. If I had known she was so uncivil I would never have invited her to Rosings Park. To have my solicitude so little returned, to have my hospitality so poorly felt....She is a most ungrateful girl. Lady Catherine looked at her nephew. She could not tell by his expression what his thought were so she assumed that he was as indignate as herself. Satisfied that her words were having the desired affect, she leaned back in her chair and continued. "Would you believe that she refused to acknowledge that she is unworthy to be your wife? As if such a match could ever be thought of. I was exceedingly angry with her when she denied any intention of declining your favor..." A smile came involuntarily to Darcy's face at her last words. The smile was quickly hidden before his aunt could see it, though her continued diatribe against Miss Bennet was beginning to ware. "...Though I do not believe even for a moment that you would consider making an offer to one such as her. And, as I am sure that you will make it clear that no importunities from one with such a family will be tolerated." Darcy had again composed his features so that none of his thoughts were readable upon his face. Lady Catherine rose from her chair. "You must attend to this matter with all possible haste. You must obliterate this insupportable rumor." Lady Catherine's walking stick tapped the floor for added emphasis.

Part 2 Darcy got up from his chair and went over to a crystal decanter that was sitting upon a small table against the wall. With his backed turned to his aunt, a derisive smile appeared upon his face. He could still remember Elizabeth's words of rejection at his first proposal. He poured himself a glass of wine. He turned to face his aunt. "I believe it is highly unlikely that Miss Bennet would start such a rumor, madam." "It is highly likely," stated Lady Catherine emphatically. "Why, when I specifically asked Miss Bennet if she was engaged to you...." "You have been to see Miss Bennet?" Darcy interrupted for the second time. Lady Catherine was not pleased. "Darcy, stop interrupting. It is most rude. Yes, I have just come from Longbourn, I believe it is called. It is an estate of little consequence. I also had the misfortune to meet her mother and one of the sisters. They are not important, however." Darcy was trying to hide any signs of impatience from his expression. He badly wanted to interrupt his aunt yet again. He wanted, no needed, to know exactly what had passed between Miss Bennet and Lady Catherine. "Miss Bennet is an impudent girl, she was certainly vexing. I am most seriously displeased to have made her acquaintance. If I had known she was so uncivil I would never have invited her to Rosings Park. To have my solicitude so little returned, to have my hospitality so poorly felt....She is a most ungrateful girl. Lady Catherine looked at her nephew. She could not tell by his expression what his thought were so she assumed that he was as indignate as herself. Satisfied that her words were having the desired affect, she leaned back in her chair and continued. "Would you believe that she refused to acknowledge that she is unworthy to be your wife? As if such a match could ever be thought of. I was exceedingly angry with her when she denied any intention of declining your favor..." A smile came involuntarily to Darcy's face at her last words. The smile was quickly hidden before his aunt could see it, though her continued diatribe against Miss Bennet was beginning to ware. "...Though I do not believe even for a moment that you would consider making an offer to one such as her. And, as I am sure that you will make it clear that no importunities from one with such a family will be tolerated." Darcy had again composed his features so that none of his thoughts were readable upon his face. Lady Catherine rose from her chair. "You must attend to this matter with all possible haste. You must obliterate this insupportable rumor." Lady Catherine's walking stick tapped the floor for added emphasis.

Carolyn, this is just how I pictured it, only better! Please continue, and soon!

Carolyn, you're a champion

Sorry for the delay. The real world intruded (don't you hate when that happens). Part 3. "I will attend to the matter with all possible haste," Darcy promised. Lady Catherine open her reticule and removed a piece of paper which she handed to Darcy. "I feel that the best possible way to deflate all of that girl's pretensions would be for you to announce your engagement to Anne." Darcy was startled by this statement. "That is the announcement for the newspapers. Please see that is placed immediately." She had no conception of the horror Darcy felt at this command nor would she have believed that Darcy had no intention of obeying such a command. Now that Lady Catherine had said her piece, she was ready to leave. Darcy escorted his aunt to her carriage. After her ladyship settled into the carriage, she spoke to her nephew one last time, "I know you will dispel these rumors." She tapped the paper she had given Darcy. "This is the best way to go about it, as I am sure you will agree." Darcy stared down at the piece of paper. "Lady Catherine, please believe me, I mean to dispel these rumors." Lady Catherine took this as affirmation of her plans and ordered her coachman to Grillon's Hotel. The sound of wheels from Lady Catherine's coach on the cobblestones bespoke of her departure. Darcy watched until the coach turned the corner--Lady Catherine was gone and now he had to prepare to make his own departure. He strode back into his study. Darcy tossed the announcement Lady Catherine had given him into the fire. He watched it burn and gave a sigh of relief when it disinegrated into ashes. Darcy had told his aunt the truth--he did mean to dispel the rumors of an engagement between himself and Miss Bennet--only he meant to dispel the rumors by making them the truth. "Graves," he summoned his butler, "tell the stables to have the coach brought around at seven tomorrow morning, with the grays in the traces." The butler was leaving the study when he asked "Is Miss Georgiana in the music room?" "Yes, sir, Mrs. Annesley is there also I believe." Darcy hurried towards the music room. He could hear Georgiana playing as he approached. It was piece by Bach. He entered the room and listened until she had finished the piece. Georgiana looked up from her music and smiled at her brother. She looked to see if Lady Catherine was with him for one of the servants had relayed the message that she had arrived. "Is Lady Catherine still here?" she asked.

OOOOOOOH!Don't stop, Carolyn!

Part 4. "No, she has already left. Georgiana, I must be leaving at daybreak--I shall be gone for a week or, perhaps, longer." "Is Cousin Anne unwell?" Georgiana inquired, thinking this was the reason for Lady Catherine's visit and Darcy's departure. "Not that I am aware of" he replied, "My departure has nothing to with our Aunt or Cousin. I am off to visit Hertfordshire, for a short stay with Mr. Bingley." "Will you see Miss Bennet?" Georgiana tried to sound casual, as if her question was of consequence. "I hope to do so, yes." Darcy debated for a moment whether he should tell her more. However, he did not want to give rise to expectations that might not be fulfilled. "Please let her know that I enjoyed her visit at Pemberley and that I should like to get to know her better." Hopefully, you shall, he thought. "I will make it point to relay your message to her." He left her to resume her practice. Georgiana stared at the closed door after he left the room. Darcy's departure was rather sudden, but if she correctly understood the reason for it (and she hoped she did) then it made perfect sense. Remembering an old childhood practice, she crossed the fingers of both her hands, closed her eyes and wished her brother good luck. "Georgiana, my dear, whatever are you doing?" Mrs. Annesley asked, looking up from her stitchery. Georgiana blushed, and resumed playing the piano. After a moment or so she stopped playing and folded her lap. She sincerely hoped it was not an invitation to stay at Rosings Park. If Mrs. Annesley could see her hands, she would have noticed that the fingers were crossed again. Upstairs Darcy had his valet pack for a week's sojourn into the country. Darcy would send for him if the need arose for a longer stay. He chose his green jacket for the journey on the morrow. These preparations seen to, Darcy returned to his study. The clock on the mantel chimed 10 o'clock. Nine hours hampered his departure.

I Just noticed part 2 posted twice, I have absolutely no idea how that happened.

Ooh Carolyn, I like it, I like it! Can we have the carriage ride as well? Darcy formulating his plan of attack? ;-)

YES!!!!! I knew he smirked!

always knew there is a career awaiting Carolyn

and let it be a lucrative one too, why not afterall...

If these other sequels are so awful, y'all really need to publish, I'm enjoying this!! Maybe that is why it is all so delightful, are you enjoying writing? I must go to the Guild and see if Cassandra finished!

THE GUILD HAS BEEN UPDATED!!! Please check to see if I missed anyone's story. It feels so good to be back!

It is good to have you back!

Ann -- I am glad to see you back. I hope your computer is feeling better, and that it will stay healthy!

Yeah Ann!!

Ann, glad you and your computer are back -- Long life and health to you both!! Carolyn, I like it very well indeed. Isn't it a good thing that Darcy practiced his inscrutable face from an early age!! Otherwise he might have laughed in Lady C's face!;-)

Ann, aren't computer withdrawals the very worst kind? Carolyn, I am transported -- do continue!

ELIZABETH AND DARCY PART 7 Later on that night, Elizabeth concluded that, try as she might, she would never fall asleep. During dinner, she had struggled to be pleasant and attentive to Georgiana, but it was indeed a hopeless case. Thankfully, Georgiana suspected and questioned nothing, insisting that she retire early for the evening. It was readily and unanimously accepted that Elizabeth was merely exhausted, both from the journey and her recent illness. This sympathy was, of course, a small comfort to Lizzy's tortured mind. As sh rested her throbbing head against the pillow, Elizabeth attempted to smooth out the rumpled bed sheets, a bitter testament to her endless tossing and turning. All at once, she reflected that she no longer knew what to expect upon seeing Darcy. The one letter that she had received from him, advising her of his planned trip to Hertfordshire, had been addressed as much to Bingley and Jane, as to herself. Indeed, the whole, maddening journey home, she had re-played over and over in her mind exactly what she ould say to him, carefully choosing the words she would use to express her sincere gratitude for his kindness to her family. Not once, however, had Elizabeth expected that her sudden arrival would coincide with Darcy's absence. Angrily, Lizzy noted that fate had robbed her of her planned course of action, and subsequently her courage. Once again, Lizzy's mind was riddled with the most heart-wrenching anxiety. Glancing at the mantel clock, Lizzy's spirits plunged even further. It was not even midnight. "Will this insufferable night ever end?" she thought disdainfully. Springing to her feet, Elizabeth reached for her rose-silk robe. Possessed by a stronger impulse, however, she found herself grasping for Mr Darcy's ever-present, grey coat. Tenderly, she lifted the sleeve to her lips. Closing her eyes, she wrapped the coat about her shoulders, revelling in the caressing warmth of its smooth texture against her sk n. "How handsome he always looks in this coat," she dreamily mused. "I can tolerate almost anything, but that he is thinking ill of me. What must he think of me? I behaved so selfishly and abominably." Endlessly pacing and re-pacing the floor, Lizzy's thoughts became even more alarming and terrifying: "Oh God! What if he is somewhere hurt. I cannot bear this torture any longer!" Almost immediately, she grabbed the candlestick from her oak nightstand and tentatively entered the darkened hall. The house was damp and terribly cold. The only movement beside her own was the incessant scratching of tree branches against the widowpanes. With a shudder, she pulled Darcy's coat even more tightly around her body. About to descend the stairs, Lizzy's colour changed as she eyed two men at the bottom of the landing. Much to her astonishment, it was indeed Mr Darcy and his steward, James, seemingly engossed in polite conversation. As if he sensed her nearness, Mr Darcy suddenly looked up and met Elizabeth's tearful gaze. For the briefest, most joyous of seconds they stayed inexorably locked in each other's presence, silently communicating all of the words that needed to be said. Her heart pounding, Elizabeth sprang to life and flew down the stairs; at the middle of the stairway, Darcy caught her up in his arms, cradling his wife's body as if he would never let her go. Ever so gently, he tasted the tears from her eyelashes, bestowin the smallest and sweetest of kisses on her eyes, forehead and mouth. In fact, Elizabeth and Darcy were so oblivious to everyone and anything but their own intense pleasure and hunger for each other that they failed to hear a red-faced James convey his polite excuses. "Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth. Tell me this is not a dream," Mr Darcy managed to utter as he playfully nibbled her earlobe. "Indeed-it is not a dream! My Darling, I could not bear to be away another hour, another minute from you. Fitzwilliam, you must allow me to thank-you for your kindness to my poor father. My behaviour to you that last night was intolerable, selfish.." "Dearest Elizabeth-you selfish? Your tireless attentions to your father at the expense of your own health prove you otherwise. You do not know how it tortured me seeing you in so much pain. And my own sense of powerlessness- not being able to relieve your family's sufferings. It was soon after our arrival at Longbourn that I learned from Col Fitzwilliam of Doctor Davis's distinguished reputation and accomplishments. And so we agreed to seek him out in London. But, I didn't want to betray any confidence un il I was certain that I could engage his services. I did not want to engender any false hope. My darling, there is no gratitude to express. You mean everything to me. It haunts me to think how close I came to losing you. Don't you know by now that your family, your happiness your concerns, your sufferings are forever intertwined with mine?" Playfully pressing her finger against his lips, Elizabeth met Mr Darcy's question with the most tender of kisses. Insistently, Darcy enfolded her in his arms; soon clothing, bodies, and lips became one in the most passionate and lingering of embraces. "Just hold me," Lizzy murmured passionately. "Don't ever let me go. I need you so much, so desperately." "At your service-Madam! But, perhaps we should continue this upstairs. As I told you once before, we neither of us perform to strangers!" Sweeping Lizzy off her feet, Mr Darcy raced upstairs.

Thank you Cass -- that is, indeed, a lovely romantic finale!! Big sigh of relief all around - Mr. Bennet lives, Darcy and Lizzie are together, and everything is right with the JA world!;-)

i like the big finish! (i think the staircase makes it more dramatic.) lizzy wearing darcy's coat was a nice touch, cassandra. and him sweeping lizzy off her feet....i wouldn't have had it end any other way

Bravo Cass! I, too, loved her going to his coat.(Reminds me of the early 80s) Thanks to you (and everyone) for sharing your talent. Has anyone tackled their honeymoon in Venice, all that water and all? Inko have finally read "Young Fitzwilliam" - very entertaining, but please don't make his mothers death any sadder than it has to be!

Very nicely done, Cassandra---very nicely done indeed!:-)

Chapter 6 Anne did not go back to her room, on the contary, she went trembling downstairs, she liked Miss Williams, and she knew her mother did a cruel thing, and for the first time, she lectured her mother: "Why did you send her away?" she asked firmly "Anne, I did it for your own good, your health does not allow so many learning" "My health! What do you know about me? What do you know about anything? You're always sitting in this drawing room not letting anybody but yourself to speak! There's more than Rosings Park, there is more than gossip, there is more than my cousin Fitzwilliam, why can't you understand it! And there's a bit of gossip for you: I'm not sick! Not a little bit! You only wanted me to think I am, so I won't bother you, I wanted to talk, so you shut my mouth, how like you! Everybody hates you, I hate you! You are t e most horrible person I've ever met!" Lady Cathrine was astonished, for the first time in her life somebody resisted her, her power as the mistress of Rosings Park, she had to stop it, somehow. "Anne, you are a child, you don't know what you're talking about, calm down a little and rest, my dearest" But Anne would not give up so soon, and she declared: "I'm not your dearest! I don't want to be dear to a woman like you! I despise you!" Lady Cathrine tried to be strict: "Miss Anne, I am your mother, and I tell you to go to bed, you are sick! Come here, you two, carry her to her room" Two servants came and lifted Anne, who struggled and yelled to her mother: "I hate you! I shall never forgive that! Never ever!" Lady Cathrine was horrified, and thought aloud "What am I to do? Oh, I know! I shall call Lady Anne, and together, we shall find an idea. What a clever idea of mine, indeed!" To be continued...

Just one word, sorry if it's getting too Jane Eyrelike.

Not at all, Ayelet! Keep going, dear!

Cass, Bellissimo! Ayelet, the making of Anne is becoming all too clear!

The famous scene in GWTW when Rhett takes Scarlett upstairs, my younger brother yells "why are they going upstairs?" (we were in a crowded movie theater) I naturally was mortified, only vaguely understanding myself, and my mother laughed for days. I imagine that story was retold often. Ayelet thanks for taking the underdog's side. I like Jims idea of having Anne run off!

Cassandra, I liked it excessively. Ayelet, keep going, please. I am quite like Anne, now.

Part 5. Two hours later Darcy was still awake. Anticipation and excitement would not let him sleep. He had tried to read, but after reading the same paragraph for the fourth time he gave up. He tried cards for a while. Mostly he paced about his room like a caged tiger. Every so often he would look at the clock against the wall. It moved with agonizing slowness. "Tempus fugit, indeed. More like tempus lentitudo*," he thought. Darcy tried to plan how he would now approach Elizabeth. His last proposal had been an unmitigated disaster (he shuddered as he recalled his own words) and he did not wish to make the same mistake again. Would a simple "Miss Bennet, I love you. Will you marry me?" be sufficient? Or perhaps "Miss Bennet, as you are aware, I have long held an admiration for you. I find that my regard has grown stronger over time. I have endeavored to correct those faults......I have endeavored to improve myse f...should he even mention the previous proposal? Maybe he should keep quiet on that subject unless she made mention of it. Had Elizabeth seen the change in his behavior at Pemberley? Darcy thought he had seen some change in her regard of him. Surely that smile she had given him held promise. Was she aware of his efforts to reunite her sister and Bingley? Had she been aware of his regard at her mother's dinner party? He had found it impossible to speak to her then, surrounded by strangers (to himself), but his eyes had never really left her face for more than a few moments. On one point he was clear in his thinking though. He would not tell Elizabeth about his involvement in the Wickham Affair (as he now thought of that event). That would only lead her to feel grateful and gratitude was the last emotion Darcy wanted from Elizabeth--it was such pale substitute to the emotion he craved. At one o'clock in the morning Darcy could hear a light, steady rain began to fall. Darcy become most anxious, a fierce storm would delay his departure. By three o'clock it had subsided, for which Darcy was most thankful. At four o'clock Darcy finally fell into a restless sleep that lasted little over an hour. Morning had come slowly. Darcy was ready and waiting for the coach a full hour before he had asked for it to be ready. He tried to be patient and was able to withstand his own impatience for a quarter of an hour. Then he ordered his carriage to be brought around immediately.

Tempus fugit, indeed. More like tempus lentitudo. tempus lentitudo--this is most likely wrong. If anyone know what the Latin equivalent to Time passes slowly would be please let it be known. Ann, if you want to substite :Time flies, ideed. A snail probably moves faster than that clock" or something similar is OK by me.

Ayelet: poor Anne but I'm so glad she found the courage to really tell Lady C what she and everybody else thought of her. Lady C had it coming!! Carolyn - I like your Darcy very well, indeed. Poor guy watching the clock, whether it has ordinary or Roman numerals!! At least we know it wasn't digital!

CRISIS AT PEMBERLY CHAPTER 6 For Charles Bingley life in politics was a dream about to come true. From the moment of his arrival at Parliament Square he felt comfortable and at ease with his fellow representatives. Kalon had called upon him early in the day following his taking up lodging at Hampton House. They proceeded to make the rounds of introductions prior to the afternoon debates in the Commons which was now in session. Warm greetings, hearty approbation and well wishes always accompanied this intercourse, perhaps as a conseq ence of Bingley's disarming smile and enthusiastic attention. Not surprising, then, was his unanimous election as one of six new members of the Lower House of Parliament. In celebration, Kalon hosted a gathering of several acquaintances at the Black Dog Pub that evening. "Welcome Parliamentarian," hailed Kalon with a broad grin as Bingley approached a large corner table in the noisy, dimly lit tavern. "May I present Mr. John Dobsen of Glocester, Mr. James Waldon of Warwick and Sir Michael Gravish of Oxford." Bingley bowed to each noticing that these gentlemen were not attired as men of wealth rather as local businessmen or shopkeepers. "Congratulations," Mr. Waldon was the first to speak, "I hope that you will profit by this experience and speak well for the denizens of Staffordshire. These are formidable times. A new age is upon us and all of Europe shall reap the benefits of Wellington's defeat of Bonapart." Mr. Dobsen added, "Aye a shining victory for his majesty. But the past two wars, I fear, may threaten the stability of Briton's economy for generations to come. There is a great deal of unrest in the population. So much of our resources have been expended on the military. This insufficiency may create a climate for civil disorder." "Yes, it is the truth," echoed Sir Michael, "but we may stave off a crisis if Parliament supports our cause." "Cause?" inquired Charles, "of what do you speak sir?" He was in a good disposition to participate and this situation had the sound of a threat to all levels of society. "There is a public bill before the House, as we speak, which would do much to provide relief for our economy, " continued Sir Michael. "It would provide land and revenue to raise additional crops as well as secure housing for our returning heroes of war. We cannot ignore their plight! This land is available through abandonment or slothful misuse. We propose that the government claim its title for shares to be divided amongst our veterans. If you would join our cause all that is requested is for you to pr sent a subsidiary motion to the Writ of Confiscation residing on the Speaker's agenda for Wednesday next. It would be your first opportunity for debate." Mr. Bingley was impressed. Here was a chance to improve the lot of the common man and it was a wonderful gesture to repay society's debt to its soldiers. He would do it. "Yes, I would be pleased to support this undertaking." "Excellent," responded Sir Michael, "here is a list of the particulars." He handed Bingley a folded piece of paper which Charles carefully placed in his breast pocket. "And now," announced Kalon, "let us further celebrate with another pint of fine ale!" The remainder of the evening was uneventful. Bingley's only recollection was of stumbling up the stairs to his room and a desire to write of the good news to Jane at first light. During the next few days, Charles studied the styles and mannerisms of his fellow representatives as they spoke before the House. Late at night he could be found formulating ideas and practicing his intended speech. It was obvious that the often boisterous rabble by his fellow members would be a challenge to overcome. He, therefore, often repeated stirring phrases designed to capture their attention. At last the fateful day arrived. The convention of the afternoon slowly passed. Bingley was aware that his motion was the last of the day's repertoire. The members had grown tired by nightfall and the mood of the floor was surly as the closing minutes approached. His was the third motion to be addressed as the Speaker shouted his name over the many side discussions currently taking place. Someone yelled, "Silence, let us hear from the young initiate." Bingley rose from his seat and spoke hesitantly, "My fellow representatives, we have just come through two devastating wars..." "Aye, you can say that again," was heard from his left. "Tell us something we do not know of," came from across the floor. The Speaker gaveled twice. Afraid of losing control, he raised his voice and continued, "We must take care that economic recovery is pursued without delay..." A few affirmations were heard. "Our men have paid a great price to preserve freedom and protect o r homeland.." A chorus of "Hear! Hear!" erupted. "We must repay that debt. We must ensure that adequate food supply is available for the citizenry. And we must house our uniformed population..." Support of the assembly was building and he was thus encouraged to proceed more forcibly, "The bill before you will provide humane treatment for our poor brothers who have felt the tragedy of battle. Wounded and homeless they return to our soil with only inhuman prospects awaiting their future. Shall we turn our acks to their plight? What small token of gratitude my we bestow?" The background sounds of approval were increasing with every phrase, "Tell us!" "Let us comply!" He could feel the emotion rising as a giant wave, surging in this glorious moment! " There is land and resource for the taking, with injury to no one, which this Writ would appropriate for the infantry..." Cries of "Where is it?" "Show us" were added to the dissonance. Bingley was now shouting, " I therefore beseech, no, I demand on behalf of all righteousness that this property be donated to our cause!" Remembering the list which he had not paid attention to since its delivery at the Inn, he withdrew it and read to cheers at each entry: "Greenstock Manor of Hayshire" "Lowings Park of Surrey" "Blackwell Estate of Essex" "Foxworth Landing of Suffolk" "Camdon Manor of Oxford" He paused, glancing at the final entry, but the momentum of the speech required a conclusion. "...and...a.....a.... Rosings Park of Kent!" Bingley slumped to his chair as the tumult continued and the session was ended. he was barely conscious of the back patting and laudatory remarks proffered as the audience exited. What injury had he just proposed be inflicted upon his best friend! While Darcy may not have been on the best of terms with his aunt, surely the entire community would rise up against this folly. How could Rosings, of such wealth and prestige, have been a part of the list? He knew what must be done. First he would inform his f iend of this action before it might be read in the Times, and second he must tender his resignation as a demonstration of good faith to his dear family.

Dina (Response 138): It was an attempt to portray LC as more human. Mrs. Bennet considered her at that moment as a kindred spirit: both mothers equally wronged by their offspring.

Dina (Response 138): It was an attempt to portray LC as more human. Mrs. Bennet considered her at that moment as a kindred spirit: both mothers equally wronged by their offspring.

Carolyn, the suspense is as hard on me as it is on Darcy! Tom, another great sequel!

Ayelet - You have really made Ann quite a character; can't wait to see what she does next. Carolyn - Wonderful. You've filled in these details so well. Cassandra - Thank you, thank you, thank you. The reunion I always wanted.:-) Tom - These are great sequels. How is dear Charles going to face Darcy?

Carolyn, I can so vividly imagine Darcy from your text.Great ,thanks. And as for Anne De Bourgh, I am terrified to think of her situation, she is practically imprisoned and severly punished, Aylet. And by her own mother! I was relieved to see her courageous and telling the truth to Lady Cath. Hope the servants heared it. As for Mr Bingley...the ale got the better of him...poor Charles, he must learn that pleasant manners are not sufficient.And how will Jane cope with this?Tom, are the elopements attended to? I will have to go back and see if I've missed something. I save the romance for special occasions Cass!

Anne, The Real Story Chapter 7 Lady Anne came in half an hour, she was a goodhearted woman, but was prejudiced and snobbish, therefore, she and Lady Cathrine got along extremly well, for when they talked, about the planned marrige their 8 and 6 years old children, Lady Anne gave up very often in their rare arguments, which suited Lady Cathrine perfectly, their conversation went along like that: "Oh, Cathrine, I am so glad to see you, but pray, what is the matter? You do look pale." Lady Cathrine wondered what to say, she did not want to be exposed by telling how she lost an argument with her six years old daughter, nor by telling what her daughter thought about her, a parent, she felt, cannot allow such things, so after a thought she said: "My daughter Anne behaved extremly ill and rude, I do not know what to do with her" Lady Anne tried to balance prejudice and kindness: "Indeed, a parent cannot allow such things, but Anne is such a sweet girl, and Fitz would like her so much, if he knew her, I cannot imagine what made her act so" "I can, she is a rude, stupid, ungreatful girl, I would bear it no longer, something has to be done, that's why I called you" "But Cathrine, I do not know either, but-" Said Lady Anne, with a sudden thought "How about sending her to school?" "School! Indeed, what a nice idea of mine! Thank you, Anne, for your pleasant visit, and I kindly pardon you for not helping me at all" said Lady Cathrine proudly. "I'm more grateful than words can express" said Lady Anne, somewhat sarcastic, luckyly, Lady Cathrine did not relize the tone of her voice and said: "And so you ought to be, Anne, would you not stay for a cup of tea?"

My, I forgot to say: To be continued...

Tom: Thanks, I understand now. Black Dog, someones been to Martha's Vineyard. What is it you do at NASA that you know so much about England and it's government? BTW, I enjoy your stories (actually, I enjoy everyones).

CRISIS AT PEMBERLY CHAPTER SEVEN Mr. Collins and his wife, Charlotte, returned to the parsonage at Kent without ceremony. The trip to Meryton had not gone well. Although Sir William was improved, their presence at Lucas Lodge had grown tedious after nearly three weeks. They had missed the ball at Pemberly and little contact was had with the community, especially while the residents of Longbourn were in Derbyshire. So it was that after reopening the house at Hunsford, the couple sought an early invitation to convene with Lady Catherine. fter several hours a note was forthcoming which advised only a short visit be attempted at 4 PM. Their curiosity peaked at such a restrained response to their homecoming, on arrival at Rosings, Mr. Collins inquired if they had been responsible for some offense to Lady de Bourgh. "Madam has been ill since the elopement of her daughter" removed any cheerful countenance intended by Mr. Collins. Charlotte responded, "When did this occur? Who is the gentleman and where is their destination?" The servant answe ed, " I am sorry ma'am, perhaps Miss Bingley can provide you with a history of recent events." Caroline Bingley entered the room looking wan and tired, "Please sit down. I will tell you what is known." After some minute's account of both elopements followed by questions and speculation, she concluded, "... and I understand Darcy to be enroute to Glasgow to intercept his sister." Mr. Collins was greatly disturbed. There followed a long diatribe concerning the injustices put upon the de Bourgh house. Som regret was also expressed by Charlotte for the Pemberly household, especially the burden placed upon Elizabeth for the actions which had occurred while Darcy was absent. Mr. Collins concluded, "At least you have derived from these circumstances the privilege of residence at the magnificent de Bourgh Manor. May we attend to Lady Catherine?" "The Lady does not possess the strength, I fear, for a visit of much length," Caroline cautioned, "however, her spirits may improve by your presence." They were shown to a large bedroom. Lady Catherine was propped upright in bed, but was evidently still distraught. "Dearest Lady, may we enjoin your grief and replace it with our profound sentiments of goodwill and forbearance," began Mr. Collins. "If we had but a preview of these events or news of their execution, we should have flown here with unabated haste." " Yes, yes, but what is being done to recover them?" she replied. "Am I to be abandoned in my last years without relations or civility? Is this my reward for years of provision? It is not to be borne!" "My Lady I can assure you that all energies are disposed to their discovery. And if they not be successful, Mrs. Collins and I would be most enraptured to provide for your care and entertainment." Lady Catherine put it to them directly, "And to what length will your attentions be sustained if the Manor is lost? This new law will deprive me of my settlement of 50 years!" Mr. Collins was taken aback " Such a disaster is surely unthinkable. Your patronage of this community has endeared you to all who reside in Hunsford. They will support you as long as I am a clergyman in this parish." "Which may not be long," sighed Lady Catherine as she sagged back into her pillows convinced that the diffidence of idiots was to be her destiny. "I must rest now. Thank you for the pleasure of your company." With that the conversation ended and the Collins were forced to retreat downstairs. "It is a sad course of events, " Charlotte observed to Caroline, "If this threat to Rosings be not imagined it will affect many families in the vicinity. Perhaps a change of venue would lift her spirits" "Yes, I have suggested London. She seemed receptive to the prospect of appealing the Writ of Confiscation now before the House of Lords. But I doubt she has the strength to endure a long campaign or bear further disappointment," lamented Miss Bingley. Caroline herself, was out of sorts as well. She was depressed and impatient to leave Rosings. Her depression could be explained by the abatement of her growing affection towards the Colonel. Her impatience came from being caught between the imposition of eld rly pride and the selfish actions of young lovers. She must soon depart this place or become even more intolerant of those seeking happiness. The Collins bid farewell and suggested that they return on the morrow with news from the community. Lady Catherine was always interested in the local developments. Charlotte was exhausted as they reclaimed the carriage put at their disposal for the return trip to their residence. Not a word was spoken. When they had left for Rosings Mr. Collins was anxious to repair the neglect of his garden and spoke of it at length. But now, he had been so decimated by the turn of events that he said almost nothing. C early the stability of his existence had been threatened with little opportunity to influence the outcome. And what of herself? Would not the fall of Rosings portend an end to her complacency with Mr. Collins? Despite her vows could she suffer the consequences without resentment for her discomfort? And could she provide family to a man whose parenting ability was suspect at the very least? Perhaps a change could open pathways between them yet to be discovered. As they reentered the Hunsford dwelling, passing through the hall, Mrs. Collin was met by the housekeeper, "Ma'am you have a visitor. A young lady. She is in the parlour. Although it had been many months since Elizabeth's wedding, Charlotte recognized her at once. It was Georgiana! She was somewhat disheveled in appearance and apparently distressed, "Oh, Mrs. Collins may I impose upon you to take me to see Lady Catherine?"

ELIZABETH AND DARCY PART 8 Bathed in the moonlight from the rear balcony, Elizabeth contently sighed and stretched her arm out to the nearby pillow. Fluttering her eyelashes, she soon realized that a bemused Mr Darcy was standing over her, intently eyeing her slumber. "Do you mean to intimidate me, Sir?" she archly said. "Indeed-I do not dare!" "A capital crime-invading the privacy of a lady's bedchamber. It shall not be endured! It must not be borne!" Lizzy continued, mimicking Lady Catherine's voice and affectations. Such an action deserves the most immediate and strictest censure. Your punishment shall be a kiss!" "I am certain I can do better than that," Mr Darcy seductively uttered. Pressing Lizzy against the pillow, he passionately kissed her. "You look like an angel," he whispered, gently stroking her face. "Take me to the balcony-Fitzwilliam. I want to see the moonlight reflected on the lake." Gathering Lizzy up in his arms, Mr Darcy, then, carried her to the terrace. Lovingly, he set her down again, resting his head against her own. "I can't imagine a more happily situated place than Pemberley. It is the most delightful, enchanting.." "The second most enchanting sight," Darcy interjected. Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth-you have brought life back to Pemberley. Tenderly, Darcy brought Lizzy's hand to his lips. His gesture and words touched Elizabeth deeply, bringing a river of tears to her eyes. "Tell me, Fitzwilliam. Why did you come back so early?" "Well, my business finished early and I had some matters to discuss with James. And after tonight's events with so bewitching a lady, I am certainly glad I did!" Elizabeth blushed exceedingly. "Seriously, my darling, I have been concerned about Georgiana. I know it has been a very lonely time for her since we left. I have even promised her a ball at Pemberley." "Yes-she seemed very pleased by the prospect. Fitzwilliam, that reminds me-there was something I should speak to you about. The very best and happiest of news. Sir David has finally asked for Georgiana's hand." "When did this occur? Why hasn't he spoken to me?" Mr Darcy remarked, somewhat angrily. "Darling-you know the awe and esteem in which Sir David holds you. From what I understand, this is a very recent occurence and I am certain the young man means to speak with you soon. I do entreat you to give your consent without delay. Certainly, you cannot doubt their mutual affection for each other?" "Indeed, I have no real objections to the match, both are well-suited in temperment. However, Georgiana is very young and ill-acquainted with the world. Still, if my sister can find as much happiness in marriage as I have, I could not possibly refuse her." After the longest of seconds, Mr Darcy continued: "It appears we shall soon be all alone at Pemberley." "Well, maybe not completely alone. Or so your excellent Doctor Davis informed me." "Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth..," Mr Darcy breathlessly uttered. The brilliant, luminous expression of Lizzy's dark eyes was the only proof Mr Darcy needed. Spinning her about in his arms, he attempted to express himself as sensibly and warmly as a man, violently in love with his wife and expecting the birth of his first child, can be supposed to do.

Oh Cassandra, how wonderful. Sigh

lovely, lovely, Cassandra! Tom,Great story! Ayelet, I cannot wait for your "continued"!

Cass, lovely story - both here and in drool fanfic!! Ayelet - can't wait to see how your story turns out! Tom - interesting that Charles Bingley is an MP. But, they are "members" not "representatives"! Sorry to be picky - but representatives remind me of congress --a very different club from Parliament.

So many lovely stories. How I love them. Ayelet - keep telling us about dear Anne. She is such a strong minded little creature, I dread knowing how Lady c will break her. Cass and Carolyn and Tom - your stories are great.

Cass what a great way to begin the weekend:-)

All of the stories are wonderful! Cass, both Mrs. Darcy and Mrs. Knightley with child -- you have been busy!

I wish, Susan. I WISH!!! And thanks to everyone(Susan, Cindy, Karen, Inko, Ann2, Anne, Cheryl, Carolyn, Caroline, Katy, Winter, Meggin, anyone I stupidly missed) for all the kind words and encouragement.

Carolyn -- sorry I missed you when you asked in chat a few days ago... "Tempus Lentitudo" means literally "Time is Slowness", so it has more or less the right meaning you want, but HOWEVER it's not really the opposite of "Tempus Fugit", because in Latin "Tempus Fugit" doesn't really mean "time rapidly flies by", but rather means "time flies away" (or "time flees away") -- i.e. the hours pass and they're gone, so (the implication is) one should stop wasting time already! But anyway, you could try "Tempus Repit" ("Time Crawls")...

Anne, The Real Story. Chapter 8 Anne was called downstairs, on her way, she heard two servants talking: "Have you heard what Miss Anne told her ladyship?" "Yes, of course, who couldn't? She yelled like mad" "But didn't the Lady deserve it? Nobody ever had the courage to tell her what they think, most of them are anyway too afraid to utter a word, I am so proud of our Miss Anne, I always knew she could do more than other people, who talk and talk and do nothin', Miss Anne never spoke when she didn't have a good reason, and now, my, did she speak!" "My, you are so right, I hope it will improve our 'dear' Lady Catherine" Anne smiled, but she was tired, she never did such a thing before, she poured her whole soul, and now she was left powerless. She had to collect energy again, and she knew better than anybody else it would take long, she needed a lot of courage to reject Lady Catherine, and although she did not have it at present, she knew she would have it someday, and decided to wait, bear her mother, and gather strength for another attack on her mother, she would not give the battle up till she wins, she was sure, she ould only wait and gather strength, it may take time, but she will have enough someday, she thought hopefully. After this consideration she went downstairs to meet her mother, Lady Catherine was sitting in her favorite chair, very stiff, Anne went to her, somewhat scared, and asked: "Well?" she knew she was to be punished, she just wondered how, and the only way to find out without getting a mile-long lecture was to ask. "Anne, you had behaved in a most unladylike manner" thus began the lecture "And you shall be punished, I cannot allow, indeed, as a mother, it is my duty to take care of you in the best way, especially when my chidl is so sick. Therefore-" she stopped to take a breath "You are to be sent to school" Anne felt a mixture of astonishment, happiness, and sadness. She was astonished because the first part of the lecture made her think of quite different a punishment, as no dinner or ideas like it, she certainly hadn't expected this "punishment", school meant going from Lady Catherine, meeting new people, learning again, trying to get over the lose of the only person who really liked her. Yet, she was somewhat sad, for despite everything, she liked Rosings park, she liked to walk along and imagine she's in fairyland, for one of the only people in England who never got orders from Lady Catherine was the gardener, and he happened to be clever enough to use it, and the gardens were beautiful sights, yes, she would miss all these, but people don't stay at school forever, and she decided not to be too bitter. Anne stopped her tears and screams of delight and said timidly: "When?" "In a fortnight" "How long will I stay?" "As long as I please, and no tears, I'm quite put-out anyway!" To be continued...

I'm quite put-out That sounds just like our Lady D, Ayelet! You are doing such a wonderful job with this story line!

BEWITCHED, BOTHERED AND BEWILDERED or OTHERWISE ENGAGED? Part 2 When the ball commenced, he could not refrain from watching and noticed that the clergical relation of the Bennet�s was Elizabeth�s partner for the first dance. This must be of some significance. Rumours had it that this man was visiting his relatives with the intention of choosing a wife amongst his cousins. Was it to be Miss Elizabeth Bennet then? What an appalling thought. He did not appear to be worthy of her. She ought to be able to marry someone of slightly better consideration in the world ... Mr Collins brought distress to his cousin during their dances; he was not attending and often moved in the wrong direction without even being aware of it. Darcy, perhaps due to some unconsious jealousy, felt an undignified stroke of malice at this akward display. It was visible on his face in the form of a contemptuous grin and he recieved immediate punishment as Miss Bennet noticed it and glanced reproachfully at him.Once again he was secretly pleased to have her aware of him. Any proof of his being on er mind , even in a form calling for blame was curiously agreeable. The next moment brought some clear-sightedness and made him realize, that it would not do for him to continually centre his attention on her every move, so he took to stalking about the room observing the other guests. His critical eye caught sight of Mrs Bennet eagerly chatting to Lady Lucas, no doubt conveying some idle gossip ; He noticed that Bingley, dancing with the handsome Miss Jane Bennet, had the expression of a man totally in love. Before he had time to consider this, a loud giggle made him frown at the unbridled and flirtatious behaviour of the youngest Bennet girl. He had finished his turn and resumed his former position in time to get another more pleasing scene before him. Miss Elizabeth Bennet was drawing the attention of more than one gentleman, moving her body gracefully through the last turn of the dance. As Darcy�s eyes were glued to this irresistible performance, an unexpected sensation of heat rushed through his entire body and a sudden dryness in his throat forced him to swallow. He was utterly overcome by the unseemly nature of his own reflections and wishes, and tried desperately to hold back, so that his eyes would not betray him. His thoughts were roving hither and thither:� I wish...to speak to her... why...I must. ..get near her ..it is....how... I shall .. ask her to dance with me... yes! Definitely! There can be nothing improper in that. It is merely what can be expected. I shall dance with Bingley�s sisters of course and perhaps with Miss Jane Bennet as well. But apart fr m Miss Elizabeth Bennet, there is not another woman in the room , whom it would not be a punishment to me to stand up with. I detest dancing with women unknown to me.What would I speak about?...empty compliments are abhorrent. Why should I devote my time to inferior women. They do not usually interest me ...but despite her unfortunate family, I find Miss Bennet to be witty and hrmm... entertaining indeed. Yes that will be half an hour pleasantly spent.� He thus reasoned himself from a state of complete onfusion into the opinion that dancing with Elizabeth would mean nothing at all but the common civility due to a friend of Bingley�s sisters. However he did not feel up to it just yet, and the time he took to recollect his composure, offered an opportunity for one of the officers to dance with Miss Bennet. They seemed to get on very well and the gentleman�s admiring glances were somehow a disturbance to Darcy�s peace of mind. He was on the alert as she returned to her friend Charlotte Lucas and abruptly broke into their lively conversation, making a courteous bow; �Miss Bennet - if you are not otherwise engaged - would you do me the honour of dancing the next with me?� Her reaction was, as always, not what he had expected it to be. She seemed to be confused and was having some trouble finding the words to answer his request. When she did, it was in a somewhat hesitant manner: �Why I...I had not...I thank you, yes! � He was not sure what to make of that and he was amazed at his own deed. As every word failed him, he immediately walked away, quite content that he had actually got her to dance with him at last . She had declined to do so twice during their acquaintance. The first occasion being at Lucas Lodge, where Sir William had tried to give her hand to him and,though extremely surprised, he would have been happy to recieve it, had not the lady drawn back and declared that she was not inclined to dance and that his own consent was only good manners. This rather elegant repost had been accompanied with the first sparkles aimed at him from her dark eyes. His initial interest in the contents of her conversation, the liveliness of which had drawn his attention, was heightened by his surprise at this most unusual reaction from a woman offered the honour of his company. And the twinkle in her eyes and smile on her lips saying : �Mr Darcy is all politeness.� had been agreeable indeed. The pleasure of looking into her eyes was of a kind hitherto unknown to him. Then one evening at Netherfield he had been observing her for hours and not knowing what to say to her, had fancied to dance a reel with her. At first she had not said a word, thus making him repeat his suggestion; whereupon her answer had been sort of defensive, as if he was attacking her. She had declined to stand up with him, but in the manner of her refusal there had been such a mixture of sweetness and archness that he was not in the least affronted. He had indeed, never been so bewitched by any wom n and from that moment had found it necessary to consider from time to time, the inferiority of her connections in order to keep his head clear and be realistic about it. Those recollections passed his mind before it was time to form up for the next dance. He felt almost solemn and glanced at Miss Bennet but her eyes were turned away. He knew not, that she was amazed at the dignity of being allowed to stand opposite to Mr Darcy, that she knew this amazement to be shared by many other guests, and that she did not wish for him to become aware of it. His conceit, in her opinion , certainly needed no support from her. to be continued